Black Water Before Ice

With no breeze,
the cold is a ghost solidified.
Before daylight,
this lake, too, will harden.
Already erased,
a sunny day’s transparency.

Gloves removed,
cupped hands now a ladle.
On the tongue,
before numbing, it burns.
Minerals murk
a tea savored by the bones.

Connoisseurs
might detect a hint of leaf.
Name the stones
used to flavor this recipe.
A novice merely
stiffens inside at the taste.

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